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made in jamaica - nle choppa lyrics

[intro]
ayy
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whatever a b*tch n*gga wanna do, we can do
we tote drums with 7.62’s
ay, ayy

[verse 1]
i ain’t in a rock band, but i love drums
trust fall with the opps, i’m tryin’ to catch one
we k!lled a few now a n*gga want the rest of ’em
teddy bears and t*shirts at the funeral
i’m in jamaica now, looking at the palm trees
i’m real far from them n*ggas tryin’ to harm me
got that fire up on my side it’s a [?]
had my gun up in the school, don’t you test me
ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down
move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down
that n*gga snitched up on my brother now he locked down
but i’ma count my n*gga in, i nеver count him out
and he was b*tchin’ on that mission, so i let him out
you know a n*gga nеver trippin’, took another route
i keep on slidin’ ’cause i know them n*ggas whereabouts
i saw that n*gga in the crowd, i had to air it out
my og was a godfather, but ain’t sh*t ’bout him holy
i’m plottin’ on my own dawg ’cause that b*tch n*gga owe me
b*tch i woke up out my sleep with the dream that they saw me
how you talkin’ out to me and b*tch you don’t even know me?
my choppa came with a beam and a scope attached
that’s a fact, rat*tat*tat, bullets through a n*gga back
took a loss up in that field, i need my quarters back
picked up the sack, makin’ plays like a n*gga movin’ south
ayy, and you ain’t shootin’ sh*t for real, boy you really a actor
you chasin’ b*tches over money boy you [?]
yeah i be rappin’, but a n*gga ain’t sh*t like these rappers
’cause i be shootin’ sh*t for real like i play for the raptors
ay, they say i’m a pedophile, ’cause my perc’ 10
my dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin’
she on that block sellin’ p*ssy, yeah she workin’
but i don’t even blame her ’cause she tryin’ to feed the kids
cosmetic with this choppa ’cause i split wigs
and it’s a dirty game, matter fact that b*tch rigged
they lookin’ at a n*gga different ’cause they know what i did
but i ain’t speakin’ on them bodies ’cause i’m keepin’ it hid
[chorus]
donald trump is not my ruler
i come from pop*tarts and the noodles
i’m street smart without a tutor
black man with a dream like luther

[verse 2]
ayy, and i was twelve with a .30, i ain’t f*ck with them
i’m ballin’ out every day, i’m above the rail
these n*ggas faker than plastic, i call ’em lil’ [?]
he tried to cross me on a l!ck so i don’t f*ck with him
ay, don’t call me ’cause you not a crip or my [?]
and i’m a real n*gga so you know i’m standin’ ten toes
you sayin’ that’s yo’ dawg, but that n*gga never even rode
took him on a mission, then he fell, then that n*gga told
we ain’t fakin’ sh*t my n*gga, b*tch you know we k!ll for real
f*ck a forty*yard dash, i wanted me a nine*meter
put this metal on a momma, show him how this [?] feels
rolly on my wrist and i can’t even tell the time for real
ay, real shooters, i was posted with them dracos
a real hood n*gga [?] and faygos
them stupid nat b*tches, you know we don’t date those
i’m the neighborhood hero, but i never saved a ho

[chorus]
donald trump is not my ruler
i come from pop*tarts and the noodles
i’m street smart without a tutor
black man with a dream like luther

- nle choppa lyrics

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